At the eastern rural areas of Fog City, within a valley full of flowers…
Zhao Hao knelt before the grave. His face was stark white, and there were strands of blood in his eyes.
As he had lost all fruits of his cultivation before, it was inevitable that he got tired easily, even though his physique was already much better than those who had never cultivated before.
Zhao Hao had been kneeling before his mother's grave for a full day and night as of now, and tiredness washed over his whole body.
However, he still knelt resolutely before the grave and did not get up, even though his limbs were numb. He was bent on recovering his cultivation—he needed to prove to others that he could stand up from failures!
It's just two more days—I need to persevere for another two days only.
Zhao Hao licked his cracked lips and encouraged himself.
At that time, a shooting star appeared and drew an arch across the dark sky.
